Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 270 Eat an Apple

The free magician stood not far away, watching the researcher die of cardiac arrest with indifference, his brain throbbing with pain.

Killing a life and causing him so much pain.

He knew this was wrong.

But he couldn't bear the other person living without freedom.

And I am also living without freedom.

agent, agent——

He picked up a red apple from the fruit plate given to him by the researcher and sighed softly.

My dear friend, emotions have become a cage that binds me. For freedom, I will end your life.

When death comes, can you end my unfree life?

"I am a bird without wings, a fish without a tail. When the flowers bloom, can I see the blue sky?"

The magician lowered his eyes and stared at the corpse on the ground with a sad expression.

Before I die, will I be able to see the world free from the control of 'God'?

He passed by the corpse and walked out with a melancholy look on his face. He threw the apple high into the air again and again, his expression extremely confused: "God, will the apple fall to the ground?"

The blond young man stood at the door of the laboratory for a moment, then suddenly turned around, raised his hand, and playing cards flew out from behind his cloak.

'Sizzle, sizzle.'

A sound like an electric shock was heard in his ears. The corners of Fūya Zero's mouth curled up, and he took a half step back as an explosion sounded.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and a shrill alarm blared throughout the base.

The aftermath of the explosion blew violently, and Fūya Rei raised his hand and pulled up his cloak to block his eyes.

When everything was over, the bright, deserted, high-tech laboratory was destroyed, leaving only ruins.

"It feels good." He curled his eyes and smiled brightly.

Turning to look at the elegant man who had stopped at the corner for a while, he pointed at the researcher who was buried in the laboratory by the explosion and asked curiously, "Do you want to avenge him?"

He didn't know this man, but he was subconsciously very resistant to him. Every cell in his body was cursing when he saw this man.

The magician's mouth twitched, but he forced himself to hold it back.

That was a close call, I almost cursed out loud.

He frowned and took two steps back without leaving a trace. His hand holding the playing cards was ready to move, and murderous intent was faintly visible in his eyes.

"It's his honor to die in your hands." Su Zi said in a gentle tone, not concealing the indifference in her tone at all.

He walked over slowly, glanced at the ruins in front of him, pushed his glasses, and said in an indulgent and helpless tone: "Master Mojito, you are destroying the organization's property again."

This annoying tone really makes people allergic.

Fūya Ling narrowed his eyes and rudely ordered him to leave: "Get lost."

Su Zijiu looked at him deeply, his eyes passing over his hands hidden under his cloak, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he replied respectfully: "I will leave now."

He said meaningfully, "But sooner or later, you will fall into my hands."

Before leaving, he sent a message saying, "The woman has arrived. She is at the bar outside. Mr. Mojito, go meet her."

After all, Mojito will be supervised by the other party for the next period of time.

After Su Zijiu left, he seemed to take everyone in this stronghold with him.

As time passed, the rustling sound disappeared.

It was dead silent here, like a forbidden place that no one was allowed to enter.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The clock struck midnight.

Fūya Rei felt dizzy, and his cold face suddenly went blank.

—I hear the echoes of forgotten bells.

He opened his eyes and his mind went blank.

Looking around, he was alone. In the quiet house, the ticking of the clock was particularly noticeable.

"Where is this place?"

Jianggu Ling murmured to himself.

He subconsciously took a step forward, but his stride was a little too big, and the heavy chain pulled him back.

He lost his balance for a moment and fell heavily to the ground, the neglected apple in his hand smashing to the ground.

His knees hit the ground, and the pain instantly shot through his brain. He could imagine that the area covered by his pants must have been scraped and bruised. He moved his legs, and they felt sticky, probably from bleeding.

Fūya Rei ignored the stinging pain in his knee. He lowered his head to look at his feet, and the dark handcuffs came into view. His eyes suddenly darkened.

I'm imprisoned?

He tilted his head, feeling that he should be very angry, but strangely, a strange intuition told him that this was no big deal and could be solved with a snap of his fingers.

He pondered for a moment, then sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the chains thoughtfully, and snapped his fingers tentatively.

"..."

"..."

Fūya Rei looked deeply at the shackles on his feet, as if he was looking at a troublesome criminal.

Isn't this finger snapping useless?

“Why do I think it’s useful?”

Fūya Rei chuckled lightly, with a hint of self-mockery.

Let’s first take a look at where this place is.

Who is the person who tied him up here?

As he was about to get up, he caught a glimpse of the apple on the ground out of the corner of his eye.

He was stunned for a moment, and a sentence flashed across his mind frantically.

[Believe it or not, even gods will be knocked to the ground by apples.]

"God..."

Fūya Rei kept muttering this word, his face drooping and his whole body filled with resistance.

but--

He looked at the apple on the ground, then looked at himself.

"Am I considered to have been dropped to the ground by an apple?"

Fūya Rei raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Never mind, just think of me as being knocked down by an apple."

Then I am——

[System prompt: Please don’t forget yourself!]

Fūya Ling was stunned, his eyes covered with thick fog.

who am I?

I tried hard to think about it, but I had no idea at all.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember his name. It doesn’t matter. His name won’t become a constraint for him.

Now it was time to explore the place where he was imprisoned.

Furiya Rei stood up with difficulty, ignoring the scrapes on his arms and knees, dragging his heavy anklets, he walked through a long, decayed corridor and pushed open a rusty iron door.

A light aroma of wine penetrates the nose, a hoarse and charming smile is alluring and passionate, and the dim lights make this place ambiguous and mysterious.

Bottles of expensive wine are placed on the wine rack.

Is this a bar?

Fūya Ling tilted his head and met the eyes of the beautiful woman with big wavy golden hair.

"You're late, Amuro-kun." Sitting at the bar, Vermouth hooked a strand of blonde hair with her left hand, holding a glass of light green mojito cocktail in her right hand, and greeted with a smile.

Follow Rum's instructions and hide the code name of Mojito.

Before any new orders came, he was a grassroots member of the organization. I believe Mojito will cooperate with them just for fun.

In a shadowy corner, Tequila scratched his thick beard. His burly figure seemed like the embodiment of darkness. He held a glass of tequila and greeted in Kansai dialect, "Hello, Amuro-kun."

He had a complicated expression. Hello, former canary.

He really didn't expect that this guy had the ability to kill Bourbon. After being caught by the organization, he was just given a pair of handcuffs and there was no other punishment.

Hiss, what a ruthless person!